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- Previously on "The Family Business"...

- Who is she, and where did she come from?

- Tie her up.

- I'm sorry to say, Ms. Duncan, he didn't make it.

- That's a body bag. Alejandro's alive.

- I was told there were bodies everywhere.

- Yeah. Just not the Duncans.

- Orlando Duncan made it very clear that he was ready

to go to war for his family,

and that is not something to be taken lightly.

- I suppose you want to talk to Snow.

He's dead, just like you're gonna be.

- Shut down all production of HEAT.

I don't want a joint, tab, or pill delivered

until we have Sasha back.

- My name is Brother Samuel.

If Brother Elijah doesn't get what we need soon,

you're gonna have to deal with me.

- No.

- Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

You'll be missed, my brother.

Sorry to bury you like this, bro.

But if we would have given you the burial that you deserve,

it would have made us sitting ducks for the people

that did this to you.

But I promise you we gonna find them.

Payback is a motherfucker.

All right.

I want everything

shut down and locked up.

Now.

I promise you, we gonna find these motherfuckers.

This is for you.

Okay.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

this lab is officially closed.

- You can't shut us down.

The only one who can shut us down is--

- Me.

Sorry for the inconvenience, folks.

But we're shutting down this lab.

Temporarily. For maintenance.

Hopefully, we'll have it up and running in the next

week and a half or so.

But until then, this gentleman on my left

will provide you with enough cash for you and your families

until we can get you back to work.

Please, help yourselves.

- So, O, aren't you concerned that these people might try

and duplicate the product? - Nah.

We got six of these labs across the tri-state area.

This is just the finishing facility.

We keep all the labs separated for a reason.

You can't complete the procedure to making HEAT

without all the six chemical components.

See, only Pop, Harris, me, and now you know

where those labs and holding facilities are.

So...

welcome to the big leagues, little bro.

- Brilliant.

- Our stock is doing very well.

Father would be happy.

Our investment in tech is paying off.

- Mr. Lee, Mr. Duncan told me

to personally hand-deliver this to you.

- Is this some kind of joke?

- Mr. Duncan doesn't joke.

- No, he does not.

Tell him we will see him tomorrow.

- Sorry about yesterday.

Wendell's was closed.

- What is this?

- Your wings.

- Had them make them exactly like you asked,

with the coconut oil, even though the owner

of the place looked at me a little strange.

- They always do that.

You know these are my favorite, right?

You're nice.

- I'm not always nice.

I'd really hate for you

to have to see that other side of me.

But I'm getting a lot of pressure

from Brother Xavier and Samuel

to become more physical with you.

If you don't tell us what we want to know soon,

things could get a little ugly.

- Have a seat.

Not hungry?

You're gonna love it. You're gonna love it.

- It's good. - Yeah.

- Good. - Told you.

Make you want to slap your mama.

What's the story with you and Brother Xavier?

How long have you been following him?

- When I was 17, I walked into a corner store.

Was getting a soda and some chips.

I was celebrating, because I just found out

that I received an academic scholarship to FAMU

down in Florida.

- That's a good school. - Great school.

As I stepped out of the store,

the cops were conducting a drug raid on the block.

Should have seen it.

Everybody was running.

Everybody.

Everybody except me.

I didn't think I had to run.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I mean, I don't sell drugs.

I--I was just coming home from school.

- Oh, my God.

They arrested you, didn't they?

- Yeah.

They arrested me and charged me

with every bag the drug boys dropped.

- Well, didn't you have a lawyer?

Yeah. Yeah, I had a legal aid.

A guy that convinced my mama to convince me to take a plea

and do a three-year bid for a crime I did not commit.

Yeah.

- That's horrible.

I'm so sorry.

- Eh.

It's because of that incident

that I met Brother Xavier.

He saved my life. Literally.

While I was in prison,

he stopped five guys from trying to rape me.

Introduced me to The Brotherhood.

He taught me how to be a man.

So...

because of that, I will be eternally grateful

and loyal to him.

- I get it now.

- What's this?

You tell your boss I warned him about this.

- Papa. D.J.

- Señor Cruz.

- Faithful, faithful D.J.

Must be important for Duncan

to send you all the way to Mexico.

Qué pasa? What's going on?

- Family business.

- What is this?

- I don't know.

I was told to hand-deliver it to you

and wait for your response.

- Papa, what is it?

- The Duncans have cut off all of our shipments.

They request my presence in New York City.

- Who are they to demand anything from us?

- Good morning.

Morning.

- I thought that you might want...

something different for breakfast.

So I brought...

- Eggs and turkey bacon.

My personal favorite.

- Okay.

- I also thought you might enjoy this.

Wait.

Bismillah.

- You seem uneasy.

- I have a lot on my mind.

- Brother Samuel?

- Why would you ask that?

- He came by last night to introduce his self.

He said that if I didn't start talking to you

he would handle me himself.

Is it true?

Is he taking over my care?

- It is being debated. Yes.

- And what does that mean for me?

- Brother Samuel isn't pleased

with the way I've been handling you.

He believes you should be punished

until you tell us what we need to know.

- What do you need to know?

- Tell me your name, Sasha,

and why you are here.

- I told you my name, Elijah.

My name is Sasha. I'm a journalist.

I'm doing a story on Brother X and his escape from prison.

- And I've told you I don't believe you.

Neither do the brothers.

Now tell me your last name.

And what news outlet do you work for?

I need to confirm what you're saying.

- I work for various organizations, okay?

And I can't tell you my last name.

You know that that will put my family in jeopardy.

- Why?

Why are you making this so difficult?

- I'm not.

But what you're doing,

you are making an article into a book.

And I have a name for it already.

"Inside The An Exposé."

Hmm?

- You want to know what it would mean

if Brother Samuel took over your care?

I'll tell you.

Brother Xavier has placed his faith in me.

But that faith is dwindling, fast.

The longer it takes

for me to get the information from you that we need,

the more he becomes of the same mindset

as Brother Samuel.

And I promise you it is not going to be good.

For you.

- You sound scared of him.

- No. I'm not.

But you should be.

Brother Samuel is not like other Muslim--

- I am not talking about Brother Samuel.

I'm talking about Brother Xavier.

You're afraid of him, aren't you?

- I think we all should be.

- Oh, God...

Yeah. That's what's up.

Oh, God. Yes.

Yes.

Okay, why the hell did you stop?

- Now, who the fuck might you be?

- Not important.

- Thank you.

- You got to be fucking kidding me.

Is this for real?

They can't fucking do this to me.

- It's already done. - Sebastian.

- Get your big ass back here.

- Sit down.

- Aw, shit.

- Hey, Ma. Pa.

- What's up, O?

- We are shut down and locked down.

HEAT is officially off the market.

- Yeah, and the natives are definitely getting restless,

that's for sure.

I got folks from all over the country

just blowing my phone up,

trying to find out when they can re-up their supply.

In fact, the only major player we haven't heard from

at this point is Bernie. - Hmm.

- At all? - Nah. Not a peep.

- He's probably pissed about us canceling his order.

- You want me to give him a call,

maybe smooth things out?

- No.

He should be at the meeting this afternoon.

We'll take his temperature then.

Bernie will fall into line.

He needs the product as much as anyone, if not more.

- Okay, guys. Enough with this HEAT shit.

Have you heard anything about Sasha?

- No. I just hope she's still alive.

- She's alive. I know it.

Have you heard back from Brother Minister?

- I passed on the message, just the way you asked.

He should be there, along with everybody else,

for the meeting.

- Good.

Now, you gentleman go stir the pot

while Mama Chippy cooks the damn goose.

- All right.

- Welcome.

I want to thank you all for coming,

especially you, Señor Cruz.

I know just how far you've traveled.

- Hey, it's family business.

I would have walked, if I could have, huh?

- I see we're all here.

Everyone except Bernie.

- Bernie's of no fucking concern to me.

All I want to know

is when the fuck you gonna let us re-up.

- I'm sorry, I can't answer that,

Sebastian, right now.

My family has a big problem, and we have no plans

to produce HEAT in the foreseeable future,

until that problem has been eradicated.

- What the fuck do you mean "foreseeable future"?

I keep telling y'all I got a business to run.

I need more HEAT.

- You better sit your punk ass down

before I sit you down.

It's okay, son.

We're all a little frustrated.

But as a fellow member of the table, Sebastian,

I think you at least want to hear me out,

know what our problem is.

- I could give a shit.

- Cálmate, before I roll over there

and put my trademarks on your face.

This big problem you now have is now my big problem.

We're a family, so por favor,

please, tell us, what is this big problem

that weighs heavy on your familia?

I'll take care of it myself.

Perhaps we can all help you.

- We're at war

with a group calling itself The Brotherhood.

- Wait a minute.

Are you talking about the Black Muslims,

run by Brother Minister, the teacher?

Is that who you're talking about?

- No. It's a splinter group.

They're radical.

You may have heard of their leader, Brother X.

He was just in the news for escaping prison.

- We know of him. We use his service.

His people are excellent killers.

But I don't understand.

Xavier and his men are very honorable.

- Maybe in the past.

But this is more personal than it is business.

- You think we're stupid?

I'd say it's personal

when a man fucks another man's wife, wouldn't you?

- What are we missing here, Sebastian?

- What they're not telling you

is that his son, Junior,

has been having an affair

with the wife of the leader of The Brotherhood.

And by their interpretation of Islamic Law,

I believe that's punishable by death.

- Listen up, everybody.

We tried to resolve this amicably.

But X and his followers made an attempt

on my mother's and my father's lives

while we were under the agreement of a truce

set by Brother Minister himself.

And on top of that, they have my cousin Sasha

and are holding her for prisoner.

Now, if you want to call that honorable, so be it.

But until this situation is rectified...

No, not a drop,

not a pill of HEAT

is gonna be produced by the Duncan family, period.

- Here we go again. - Orlando has a point.

Nobody should be making an attempt

on Mr. and Mrs. Duncan's life on our watch.

Don, my drink, por favor.

A toast, to family business.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Sebastian.

Leaving so soon? You got a problem?

- I'm a lover, not a fighter.

So you Neanderthals want to wipe each other out, so be it,

but I got options.

Y'all don't.

- Family business.

- Family business.

- Brandy.

I've shut this lab down. What are you doing here?

- I'm leaving.

I'm just grabbing the last of my things.

I guess that's it.

- Listen.

I know this was unexpected and inconvenient.

But I promise you, it's only temporary,

and you will be compensated above and beyond

what you've already been given.

- Orlando, it's not about the money.

I don't work here for the pay.

I graduated top ten in my class at John Hopkins.

You already know that. - Mm-hmm.

- I could make more money elsewhere.

I enjoy working here because I love working with someone

who's just as passionate about this shit as I am.

Creating something scientifically

that makes people feel good.

There's something about taking the most basic ingredients

and formulating them together, exactly the right way,

until you develop something...magical.

Yeah.

Chemistry. - Chemistry.

- Mm.

I agree with you.

But like I said before,

my family and I frown upon fraternization

between and with employees.

- Turns out I was just furloughed, remember?

So technically, I'm no longer an employee, right?

- Right.

Right.

- Mr. Duncan, you have a visitor.

- Of course. I've been expecting him.

You guys, give us a second.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, I had a feeling

you'd come see me when I heard you were in town.

- Don't patronize me, Rio.

Your brother's an ass, and so are you.

You knew they were shutting down HEAT?

- I just found out last night.

And you're not the only one. We shut everyone down.

- I am not everyone.

At least I thought I wasn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I did. I called you. You didn't answer.

- That motherfucking brother of yours

is putting pressure on my whole operation.

Not to mention my contacts in Europe.

You talk to your daddy about me yet?

'Cause I'm gonna need him to step in on this shit.

- No, now is not the time

to talk to him or Orlando about anything drug-related.

- You are fucking killing me, Rio.

You know that? You're fucking killing me.

I thought you said I didn't have anything to worry about.

I thought you said you got me.

- I do got you.

Don't worry. Just trust me.

- Holy shit.

This for me?

- Yeah. Told you, I got you.

But don't tell anybody about this.

Keep this on the low, 'cause if my family finds out

I'm doing this, they'll kill me.

- Don't worry.

Your secret's safe with me.

Besides...

I'm worth it, pretty boy.

- All right, my beauties, we have about an hour

to get ready before the lunch crowd,

and you know it's Friday.

Gonna be a lot of excited men walking through those doors.

So let's get ready, okay? Let's get dressed.

You are never going to guess who's come to visit.

- Don't you tell me Michael Diamond.

Heavens, no.

Even I know not to let him in this early.

- Okay. - It's a surprise.

- All right.

Wait, who is this mystery guest?

- You'll see.

- Ugh, Lola, will you do me a favor

and help Nicole with the door today?

Okay. Thanks, honey.

Ruby.

- Miss Kim. - Oh, hi!

Oh, it's so good to see you. How have you been?

- I'm good. I've been back and forth

between Jamaica and Europe the past year.

- Oh, well, look at you, you world traveler.

What brings you back here to New York?

- Actually, you, Kim. - Me?

- Mm-hmm.

I want to introduce you to someone.

A colleague of mine who might change your life

the way she changed mine. - Hmm.

- Can you go and get my friend from up front?

- Of course.

- Wait a minute, what exactly have you been up to?

- Well, I'm a newlywed. - Oh, so I heard.

Oh, honey, so I heard. And I heard you had a baby.

- I take it you've been talking to Orlando.

- Well, yeah, he has asked about you more than once.

You know he loves you, Ruby.

- Orlando Duncan doesn't know how to love, Miss Kim.

Trust me on that.

- Hey, Kim.

Who? Ruby?

Where is she? Keep her there. I'm on my way right now.

Well, where the hell did she go?

And why didn't you call me while she was still there?

All right. Good looking out.

Yeah. Thanks for calling.

All right. I'll stop by later.

Shit.

- Oh, you're dressed.

- Yeah. I got to go to work.

- Wait, you're leaving?

- I just said I got to go to work.

- Got to go to work, or you got to get to Ruby?

- What were you doing, listening to my phone calls?

- No, you were talking oud enough that I overheard

everything that you said.

- Yeah, well, I got a lot going on.

- I can tell.

- I'll call you later.

- Mom.

Mom.

- What?

Now is not the time

to try to explain your way out of things, Paris.

- I know, Mom.

I just--I really need to talk to you.

Is this about Sasha?

- Partly.

But it's also about me.

I've been thinking about moving.

To Europe.

- Paris, do you realize how crazy this sounds?

I mean, with everything going on right now,

do you think this is the right time

to be gallivanting overseas?

- Mom.

Kennedy is dead.

Sasha is missing.

Do you realize how selfish you sound?

- How am I selfish?

Huh? I mean, Junior is gone,

and he's the reasons why any of this

is even happening, but I'm selfish.

- You're damn right,

and you are not blameless in this, Missy.

Orlando said that he told you and Sasha

to leave Brother X's house.

And I know you well enough to know that it was probably

you that decided not to follow instructions.

Weren't you?

- Yeah. I was.

I was wrong.

And I know I was.

That is partly the reason why I want to get out of here

after we save Sasha.

Mom, my mind is all over the place.

And I keep making the wrong decisions.

- Well, it's nice to finally

see you taking responsibility for a change.

Something new.

Maybe a change of scenery is exactly what you need.

- Does that mean I can go?

- I'll talk to your father.

He's not gonna like it.

But you are not leaving until your brother's back

and Sasha's found.

We need you to stay here

to help us deal with this as a family.

You hear me?

- Of course. Yes, ma'am.

- All right.

- It's been a long time. I heard you were dead.

- Heard the same about you.

I guess we both heard wrong, huh?

It's good to see you, little sister.

- Better to see you, big brother.

- I was told that you refused to work for Consuela

when you were asked.

So does that mean you work for me still?

- Siempre. - That's good to know.

I've got an important job for you.

- Who do I have to kill? - Nobody right now.

I want you to find my wife.

I want to know everything she does.

- Well, she's on the East Coast.

That much, I'm sure of.

- Do you know where?

- No, but there is something you should know.

- Yeah, what's that?

Dime.

- Consuela has a 15-year-old son.

You're not the father.

- When was that?

- Good?

- It's amazing.

Carl Weber really knows how to keep me on the edge of my seat.

- It must be good.

I gave it to you this morning and you're already finished.

- I like reading.

Up until the day my dad died, we exchanged books.

It was the one thing

that we shared that my mom couldn't ruin.

- That's good.

Fathers should be close to their daughters.

- We were.

I mean, it wasn't all fun and games.

While other kids were playing with dolls and video games,

he made me read Sun Tzu's "Art of War."

- Ah, "The Art of War."

I know it well.

Your father must have been an impressive man.

- I think so.

You kind of remind me of him.

- Me? How?

- You're street smart, but you're not from the streets.

You're a gentleman, but you're also fearless.

He was like that. My daddy didn't take no shit.

He was so loyal. Like you.

- You're nothing like any woman I've ever met before.

- You're not like most men.

I just mean, like...

I'm your captive,

and you treat me with great respect.

You went out of your way to get this book,

and you bring me my favorite meal every day.

Who does that?

- Women should be cared for.

The Quran teaches us that.

- Brother Elijah.

Brother Xavier would like to speak to you.

- I've enjoyed this.

I look forward to finishing this conversation.

- Ms. Duncan, the man you were expecting has arrived.

- Thank you, Rob.

- Charlotte, it's good to see you again.

- I wish I could say the same, Brother Minister.

Have a seat.

I received word from Orlando

that your husband wanted to speak to me.

- No, Brother Minister,

that was me who wanted to speak to you.

I don't understand.

Why would you want to speak to me?

- To hear you apologize for Brother X

breaking the truce,

and to find out how you plan on making things right.

- Well, hmm, well, perhaps I should talk to your husband

or your son about that.

- No, you're talking to the right person.

You did come to apologize, didn't you?

- Yes, but-- - But nothin'.

You know what?

Fuck your apology.

The only thing I want from you right now

is to tell me, where the fuck is Brother X?

- I do not know his whereabouts,

but I can assure you

I have everyone within my power searching for him.

- Well, search harder, damn it.

I mean, it's the least you can do,

considering that your so-called truce

almost got me and my husband killed.

- I did not mean for that to happen, Charlotte,

and I don't understand

why Xavier would break his word like this.

- He did,

and now he has my niece, and I want her back.

- Xavier has your niece?

Well, this is news to me.

I didn't know that he had taken hostages.

- And because of that,

a whole lot of innocent Black men are gonna die.

I mean, good men who remain loyal to a man

who went back on his word to us,

dishonored you and his faith.

I mean, men who are teachers and fathers

and brothers and mentors are gonna lose their lives

because of a man that you support.

- This is not the fault of these men nor I.

This is all Brother Xavier's doing.

You don't understand.

- No, you don't understand, Brother Minister.

Now, my husband and my son have sat down

with the heads of the Russians,

the Italians, the Jews,

the Cubans, the Mexicans, and the Asians,

and a whole host of organizations...

to end The Brotherhood.

Now, either you can do something about it,

or you can step the fuck out of the way...

'cause Brother Minister,

we are at goddamn war.